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I’m home alone and it’s late, almost sixteen hours since my orgasm this morning, the one that tore through and up into me and brought me heaving, heavy, against the porcelain, into that cry-laughter that’s become the place I live. After coming, I rushed to work, dove into projects and …

Ok– back home, and I’m getting caught up. Two orgasms in five hours (just hush up if that sounds slow/easy for you — it’s a big deal for this girl here) — one I got to go to sleep after, one complete with sobs. This morning, now, I feel full …

Today I’m feeling freaked out about this whole project, ready to let it go, let it fly, set it down at the back of the table with all the rest of my unfinished loveliness: that manuscript, that couple of story collections, those poems, all of it. Go read someone else’s …

Some days it’s gonna be harder than others to get up and get to the blog — that doesn’t mean the coming isn’t happening, though. I don’t want to be inside today, don’t want to be at the computer — I want to be outside, running, soaking up big sun …

1.21.12 (from my journal) Expose this old wound, this hot hound of anger, all this ache that has fitted itself to gnaw at what I imagined we would be when I thought I had the stamina to fold myself for you forever. Expose all the lost girls in me, the …

Reclaiming a radical self love

coming home is a blatant celebration of the power of masturbation, particularly for survivors of sexual violence. I welcome your thoughts and experiences!
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Be easy with you, and come again.